Control (Boyxboy)

Chapter Eight: Master

I moved closer, pressing my hands against his chest taking in that musky attractive scent of his like it was some sort of drug. I could feel his warm breath on my lips, as if giving me a little taste of what was about to happen. I shouldn't be too forward but I just couldn't care, the feeling of his hands on my body was enough to make me lose it. He threaded his long fingers through my hair before lightly pressing his lips against mine. It only took those few moments for my body to get all heated from the contact of his skin against me. His lips tasted like salt, probably from the dinner we just had and yet I couldn't help but lean in to take in more of this man.

My shoulder brushed his as I pressed our lips even harder together wanting to be as close as possible to his sexy body. His hand slid up my thigh slowly, as if trying to make it that much harder to focus on the kiss that had my mind running in circles. The contact of his body was making me feel goosebumps, but it wasn't the scary kind.

His tongue met the seam of my lips, enfolding me in his big muscular arms so he could pull me impossibly close to his body as we deepened the kiss together. I breathed in deeply, taking in the sweet taste and smell, molding our bodies so perfectly together.

Lucas pressed us down on the couch, hovering his body over mine and yet our bodies pressed together so nicely I was already starting to feel woozy from the intensity. "Are you feeling okay?" he asked and I nodded quickly.

I truly was okay though, actually even better than okay. My face didn't hurt and I felt better now that I was under such a hot guy, kind of funny, right? Even though I already had sex one other time I was still very nervous about it. I mean come on, I wasn't an expert but I knew sex hurt and it sometimes couldn't be pleasurable. I know I told Em I would rather be a top but that was only because when my ex did it he wasn't very good and it hurt more than it should have, or at least I am guessing.

Although, Lucas looks like he knows how to do this kind of thing and even if I felt some sort of jealousy, I was grateful for it.

I stopped my hopeless train of thought and just focused on here and now, the here being his couch the now the feeling of him against me.

He gazed at me so lovingly it took everything in me not to scream at how incredible he was. We had only met a few times and he was looking at me as if something to be adored and not just a piece of ass, although I'm sure that was mixed in there too. I gripped onto his shoulders as if I would fall when he started kissing down my jaw giving my ear a light kiss that had me going crazy.

He pressed the tips of fingers lightly against my cheek, his tongue teasing the length of my neck as I could only respond with a whimper.

I arched up to his body like a cat, pressing my stomach against his hard muscles groaning at the way he teased me. Lucas kept his arm curled underneath my back, while the other rested on my hip, making me shiver in anticipation. This feeling was something new, so breathtaking and exhilarating my heart was already pounding so hard it could actually burst out of my chest. His left hand that rested so patiently on my waist slid up my stomach pulling my shirt along with him. I trembled in excitement as goose flesh bubbled on my skin where he touched me. Unable to contain myself, I shifted so it was easier for him to touch me.

He chuckled doing exactly what I wanted him to do, running his hands down my chest and stomach. I couldn't help but watch his every move and every single look that crossed his face.

"You should know staring is rude," he murmured breaking our hot kiss, guiding his hand along my ribs. "that's twice already today." I paused briefly at his words.

"You knew...I was staring?" I asked breathlessly and he answered me with a chuckle.

"Mhmmm, how could I not with those adorable eyes fluttering away at me?" he responded in muffled words guiding his hot lips down my neck and chest again. I was not prepared when his tongue came into contact with my right nipple, flicking at with his teeth.